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Today one of my ex's best friends, Charlie, died. He'd been in a car crash and pretty much fighting for his life. I don't really talk to my ex much, but I talked to Charlie pretty regularly and saw him as a good friend. He inspired me in photography, although the tables turned a bit recently. Our last conversation ended with him not finishing a sentence. Basically, I'm kinda upset.

Life sucks.

RIP Charlie.